...can be fiendishly annoying. Last week, it was all sunny and warm and beautiful. But now? Now it is cold and wet and gloomy. Oh well. At least it gives me another shot at writing early Spring haiku. I've recently discovered tanka, so some of those might start showing up here. If I ever write any...
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the boy soprano's voice
cracks
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five minutes later,
this morning's haiku
forgotten
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lights
warm up slowly.
sunrise in the gymnasium
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a rain of petals
covers the earth
like snow
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expecting thunder,
all I get
is drizzle
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long band...
we rehearse
my fifty-measure silence
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sleeping on garbage bags...
if it weren't for the blue umbrella,
he could be one
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